Leathery purple wings beat viciously against the wind. Lightning struck out in the skies of the Storm Peaks. The Last intruder had been a corpse. A corpse who ran after so cowardly digging into the Necromancer's throat with his blade. Catching him off guard. Abraxas, the Twilight spawn that the great Forgotten rode, cried out ferociously into the night. Blue sparks of arcane, fire, and lightning erupted from the maw of the great beast. They'd find this new infidel. All would learn to not so casually stroll into the Death God's holy lands. The drake soared for the Temple of Storms.

Snow-white hair fell back as the Drakkari tilted his head skyward. The Dark void of his gaze staring up at the bloodshed of Twilight and Dragonflight alike. A grin creeping over the troll's features. War bore an odd feeling upon all of it's participants. Exhilaration, Excitement, Fear, Death.

"Benedictus has fallen!" "Secure the Temple!" "The Hour of Twilight is upon us!"

Lurching forward, Kama'zlek let out a gutteral purr. The taste of blood on the crisp air was desireable, his being hungered. Metallic fingers reached back, coiling about the hilt of his scythe. The black gaze fell upon the plated female next to him, an ear twitching in response as the emeralds returned it. "Deat' calls fa dese imbeciles.. who would die for a meaningless dragon.. da Hour of Twilight is upon us, my vindicator.. Let us go and show dem da true meaning of dis Hour.. da Hour of da Forgotten.."

The Nightmare called out to him, his brother and sister's beckoning his return.. The Sovereign. How? Why was it all coming to this? Alliance Scum did this. How did they get so far.. why were the Forgotten too pathetic to eliminate them at the gates.. only he and his Master did any damage.. but the consequences.. Why? The Seige of Ahn'Qiraj should not have been this.. devastating.

In this passage, Kama goes through a few Nightmares besett by his own desires, mindsets, and ill-approaching madness. Under the stresses of the Hour of Twilight soon being brought upon us, he seeks to complete his life's goal, killing his brother.

Catch a good glimpse of his madness and enjoy :D, These are all events that have not transpired.. yet. >:3 /eyeing you Feo and Nefti, watch yo backs.

Wisps of purple tressed darkness electrified about the room. Tainted Soul energy filling the air as the runic circle under the Troll sparked with life. Hands clasped together, the Chosen of Earth, The Necromancer hummed softly. Through this circle he felt all of the life energies encircling the area of his sanctum within the lost Dire Maul. Ancient texts falling off of their shelves with a hard thud, gathering dust as they embraced the cold marble floor. Within his right palm glew brightly a purple soulshard, embedded into the skin and seared there.

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